A curtain rises at the start of Joe Wright's thrilling film version of Anna Karenina only for the finish several hours later to be accompanied in time-honoured fashion by the words "the end". But for all the deliberate theatrical artifice of a movie about a society that knows a thing or two about putting itself on display, the delicious paradox of the occasion is this: in framing his Tolstoy adaptation as if it were …
SOURCE: The Arts Desk at 07:00PM on September 5, 2012